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In the bustling market, a man with distinctive dreadlocks swiftly emerged and, with calculated precision, covered Brindle's mouth to stifle any outcry. He deftly guided her away from the public eye to a secluded spot. Brindle attempted to wriggle free, emitting muffled protests.
Upon release, she shot Marko an irate glance. "What are you doing
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